What Does it Mean to Remember?
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What does it mean to remember? Silently asks a lost generation thrice removed from the last great war of many mighty nations. When considering the peaceful dead in those melancholy fields, what lessons should their great-grandchildren still hope to yield? To say they merely fought for freedom is an over-simplification; they wrestled against principalities in defense of a godly nation.
Against the sins of the Nazis, Allied forces had their justification. How tragic then to see their heirs succumb to moral degradation. So let us not speak idly then, for the West’s hour is getting late, lest we forget what we once knew and be doomed to worse fate. The years have proved us infected with Übermensch philosophy, showcased by eugenics and our secular transcendent blasphemy.
Such wickedness can find no place amongst citizens of Heaven! Is not the whole lump changed by even just a little bit of leaven? Hold fast Christian soldier, to freedom yes, but also faithfulness. But be on guard for Satan’s yeast — speak all truth in gentleness. And don’t disdain the dead’s sacrifice, for that’s what good men do — lay down their lives for righteousness sake, and for friendships too.
Over the last few years, I’ve noticed a growing apathy for the Allied sacrifices of the Second World War. Understandably disappointed with the moral decay in our culture, one may find themselves earnestly asking, what was it all for? And while my soul echoes this disappointment in the current state of things, it would be a grave mistake to treat their sacrifice with any hint of disdain. The above is a little poem I wrote on the matter, in my efforts to better flesh out my own understanding. If you have felt the way I have at times, then I hope this has been an encouragement to you.
By the way, have you read Frog of Arcadia?
